Online Roleplay Thread
Posted: Thu Feb 17, 2011 5:30 pm
This is an archive of the NWC forum
Intro
PCs are part of a small seasonal caravan bearing basic goods to Kendall Keep, a small outlying settlement in the southwestern part of Yoemanry. You may individually decide whether you wish to be employed as short-term guards, or merely accompanying the the caravan for mutual protection as you travel south.
The scene opens as the caravan is camped in a small meadow for the evening about a day or so from Kendall Keep.
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Oddly enough, that blond that has been accompanying you is actually one of the hired hands on the trip. She sure seems happy. Perhaps too happy to be one of the guards. Oh well - stranger things have been seen in these lands. In any case, she must either be green behind the ears, or has just broken her bow - the one she's carrying (and quite intrigued with) is brand new - like it's never even been fired. Her well used sword must have a different story. She sure seems happy.
"Finally a bit of time off. I imagine this is as good a time as any to site this beauty in,eh?"
she cheerfully admits to another of the guards as she draws an arrow from her quiver and spies for the perfect target in the forest
"Knock, draw and... "
Her eyes wince and nose wrinkles as she embarrassingly reaches for another arrow.
This time she was dead-on. She fires two more successful shots before joining the others as they assemble a fire.
"Well, so far so good. We should set up watch positions for the night. I'd be happy with any shift."
She suggests as she underlays the firewood with a neat stack of kindling and sets it ablaze.
She draws her short sword from her side and carefully slices a thin layer of skin from the edge of her thumb - checking the blade for sharpness - then, in a second, it is returned to its sheath. With a thud, her backpack takes its place next to the log end she seems to have claimed for herself. After a short session of stretches and relaxing exercise, she re-equips with her bow and unnecessarily polishes its new finish as she scans the surrounding area for anything unexpected.
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Rand looked around warily. He was a veteran of many such caravan jobs. If not for the blond smiling all the time, he'd be walking at the front. He liked to keep an eye on the road ahead, usually. Every time he thought about what was ahead, he worried about her. She didn't seem to quite get what guarding a caravan was all about. Protection started with good intelligence. You really have to know what your up against if you plan to see another daybreak.
He took this job figuring on maybe fighting some goblins, orcs maybe. Heck possibly a brigand or ten. He felt pretty sure that anything that came along would probably be taken care of. If something did happen, he wanted to make sure that ol' blondy was still smiling when it was over.
One day, she pulled out her new bow, turned to me and said, "Finally a bit of time off. I imagine this is as good a time as any to site this beauty in,eh?"
She was quite pleased with herself, frankly, so was I. She actually hit the dang thing, twice even.
That night turned out to be quite a turning point. After making a fire and setting up the watches, ......
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Retrieving a bottle of dwarven firewine sneakily from his pack Grumni takes a mighty swig and then belches loudly. Wiping his hand across his mouth he looks pleased with himself.
"Moradin's beard that's a fine brew." He grins.
He turns to Rand.
"let's hope we get to kill plenty of those green skinned orcish devils, eh?"
Not waiting for a reply he rummages through his pack producing a packet of dried beef. Stuffing far too much onto his mouth he chews happily.
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Its amazing how much you can exagerate your magical abilities. Ok so maybe he hinted that he could summon a massavie tiger to fight to protect the caravan. And maybe he hinted that he could cast fireballs in the air and bring about earthquakes. Nothing wrong with a little exageration here and there about ones abilities.
Shady studied the group before him as he jiggled his dice. The urge to play a game of dice was growing stronger with each day. Hopefully he'd soon find a sucker willing to bet their wages.
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A dozen feet from the fire his caravavan fellows had started, his back against a tree, sat Kaden. His legs were folded under him, his hands on thighs, palms upright.
He sat with perfect posture and balance in silent meditation, feeling every involuntary body movement, the pumping of his hearth, the air filling is lungs, his own blood flowing through his veins.
Kaden had joined the Kendall Keep bounded caravan for no more than mutual protection on his way to investigate some rumours of a dozen scrolls, bearing the teachings of Grandmaster Papa Joh, uncovered near Kendall Keep.
Kaden opened one eye to regard his, often noisy, travelling companions around the fire - "One more day of travelling..." - the reclusive monk tought for himself, as he was not accustomed to have so many people around him.
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Kaden came out of his meditative state some time later that afternoon to find out that the caravan was gonne. Maybe it wasn't the best of ideas to wander off so far from the caravan.He shrugged as he considered it, after all, he was near Kendall Keep.
Kaden made it into Kendall Keep before the night crawled in, and was greeted at the gate with a less than warm welcome. The gate guards eyed suspiciously at the lonely ragged and dirty man...it seemed that maybe it would be wiser to find his company again, since it would probabbly facilatate his meddling concerning the lost scrolls that had draw him there.
He headed for the local inn to find his companions, at first he tried to go unnoticed trying to discern if joining his previously traveling companions would indeed help him or hinder in his task of uncovering the truth behind the rumours.
As he expected, the rowdy group was there."It hasn't been too bad" - the monk considered while eavesdroping on the group. After all, he had been as welcomed has he had ever been by this people. He moved to greet his would-be friends, that meanwhile had noticed his presence. He brushed aside Rynn's hug, more because he really wasn't used to such friendly displays toward him than anything else, but deep inside Kaden actually found some comfort.
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Silk's nose twitched, not helping his rat-faced appearance at all as he considered the old man who claimed to be a wizard's retainer. He tilted his head, adjusting the too big jerkin and ragged, gravy stained brown shirt that he wore.
"So... what's this about a wizard?"
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The steward studies the group for a moment then continues.
As we were saying, the wizard is looking for a person, or persons, to collect him creatures found in the swamps south of the keep. Specifically, he is interested in getting samples of the frogs which abound in said swamps. He is authorized a bounty of 100 gold coins per unique kind of frog returned for his inspection and study. If you can manage to return live samples in good condition, he will offer double that.
Are those conditions acceptable to you?
He pauses a moment.
Perhaps you need some time to discuss your options amongst yourselves.
He turns and pulls out a cloth to polish a counter top.
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"I can hunt frogs..."
The halfling looks about, still very confused.
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“Maybe it wouldn’t be a bad idea to accept this Job, the coins are welcome for I have little left for food…” - Kaden shared with his companions , putting an hand on Silk’s shoulder– “…and perhaps, even such a menial task may open some doors before us in the future.” – the monk finished , looking around waiting for the rest of the group to reply.
Kaden thought that getting in the good side of a wizard might indeed help out on his personal quest, maybe he could even talk the wizard into some divining once he got his trust. And he wasn’t lying about the coin, after all, even one has gifted with his discipline, needed to feed.
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"Frogs it is, I don't mind muckin' about in the swamp." *grimaces*
Great, after a long day of walking next to a wagon, now I get to swim around in the local filthy mud bog. Nobody ever said life was easy, but c'mon.
He wearily looked over his companions, returning his gaze to Rynn. Dang it all, that was one cheerful woman. Catching her eye, he can't help but smile. *smiles*
"So, which way to this swamp, geezer? Er, I mean Jeeves."
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Grumni scratched his beard thoughtfully.
"Frogs yer say? Well I hope they're bloomin big 'uns. Frog slaying won't get me a place in the legends of me clan. Still... the coin'll be welcome enough"
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"Why kill the frogs? I thought it was to capture them."
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"Yer mean he wants 'em still wriggling? That'll cost extra I reakon".
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Jeeves glanced up from his dusting,
Frogs are founds along the river south of here and in greater numbers, and sizes, in the swamp south of the river. The swamp goes for leagues and leagues, so beware of getting lost.
...and as I outlined, the wizard has authorized a double bounty of frogs returned in good living condition.
He turned and focused his attention on dusting a vase.
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With a soft smile upon her face, she glances at each of her party as they discuss the situation. Her mind wanders a bit in regards to the 'good' qualities that she absorbs from each of her new mates. As the mention of muck and swamp slopping crosses her ears, her face flushes a bit and her nose wrinkles - and her smile widens. She recoils into memories of her father - the times that they would sit together, after a long day's work, and rub oils into her leathers - protecting them from all of the various ways that she would use to acquire goods for his shop. The deep, gruff-yet-kind nature of his voice soothed her as she momentarily lost focus on the discussion passing before her - the discussion with old Greeves - "Rain, soot and sewer sludge will never be friendly to your grace and skill, my Rynn. That's what makes these moments we spend together a blessing for both You and I - You see, my daughter... these oils will keep your leather fresh, new and supple... you can feel your surroundings and the nasties of your journey cannot break through - as for me... Well I just love the time when you can finally sit still and share a sit with your old man." ... her ears come back into focus and she lets out a pleasant sigh, running her fingers through her hair as she stretches backwards, feeling the wonderful effect of the oils in her well-kept leather - the freedom of movement - the resistance of sticking muck.
"I agree - completely." she adds
"The frogs would be best kept alive. This sounds to me like an important mission. Just think, we'd be helping out a wizard in his research. Imagine how great this honor could be.
Yes. I think we should try to keep the frogs alive!" she pleads with a smile
"Still..."
she seems to drift, slightly, back into thought before retuning to what she was going to say
"I wonder if we should still speak with that carpenter as well. Perhaps what he needs could be related, somehow."
she glances toward the Dwarf
"Perhaps? Perhaps not. But if we don't see him, we'll never know."
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The dwarf ponders the lack of coin in his pockets.
"Hmm... Might as well kill two birds with one stone and go see the whittler I suppose. No point trekking into the swamps twice."
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glances through the party, looking for signs of disappointment amongst them
"Just an idea... "
short pause
"...just a suggestion for us to ponder...
you know... sleep on it.
I mean, we ARE going to sleep sometime soon, aren't we? It's been a L O N G day.
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After an initial foray into the swamps, the party has decided to pull back and make camp on the edge of the swamp, lick their wounds and review their options. The scene opens round a small campfire.
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Excited to no end from the day's events, the memory of the noxious bite she got from the over-sized rat drove her mind to worry. An entire vial of healing potion. It did the trick on the wound, but something... foreign... remained in her system... in her blood... she could feel it... it made her feel weak... sick.
Her expression of worry remains as a smile begins to form, glancing upwards toward Grumni, as he stares into the glowing flames.
"So, Grumni,
when that big ol' rat came up an' bit me, it gave me an awful hurt. You knew that, didn't you.
You must have, I mean...
... and what WAS that that you did for me...
... to me. I felt so weak, sick and helpless. But you... like... said a prayer and... well... did something. You get your Dwarf God to drive some junk out of me? Is that what you did?"
She stares - waiting for a response - her smile widening
"Do you... like... talk to your God... and he listens?"
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"Aye Moradin answered me prayers and cured what ailed yer. Nasty creatures rats, best killed on sight yer ask me." Grumni responded.
He carefully looked into the one of the groups bags and retrieved the body of a dead frog, holding it up by the leg.
"Its a bit of a scrawny thing ain't it? Don't think that wizard fella will be paying us much fer this. We best try harder tomorrow."
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After a late night of drinking and debauchery, as usual for Rand after a successful caravan delivery, Rand awoke to a numbing headache. Or maybe it was another hangover, either way, he awoke alone. Not all that unusual, except that he was hoping to find some of his companions to go catch some frogs or something for a wizard.
After getting some breakfast, and an ale, he decided to try and find his companions, or maybe some frogs.
So, off he went, heading south and keeping a good eye out for tracks.
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Her mouth opens wide with surprise - eyes aglow with excitement
"You saved my life!
Thank you...
...I'll never forget that!
It's pretty scary and dangerous out here. Better keep on our toes!"
continues running her whetstone along the blade of her short sword
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Back in the Keep
Having returned from their frog hunting expedition and gotten paid, the party has settled into the local inn and tavern to rest and recuperate. The scene opens as members are gathered around a table downstairs in the One-Eyed Cat tavern.
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Having finally eaten and slept, Rynn takes a bit of extra time to inspect her blade prior to returning to the tavern. Not sure of what the future holds, she has a feeling that this blade, above all other things, will be instrumental in her own survival.
She sits in her usual spot, make eye-contact with Jess, who smiles and walks over to her.
"You already know what I want...
Steak - make it your best cut,
Potatoes - could you mix some onions in this time?
and a small bowl of beans.
...Oh, and an ale as well,
Thanks Jess"
she flips Jess a gold coin
"For your excellence, sweetie!"
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A string of curses can be clearly heard in the corridor outside Grumni's room...
"Bah! Frog's innards all over me kit."
The dwarf wretches.
"Amphibian brains in me rations! Damn wizards"
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"Say Jess,
Do you have a second?"
she finishes chewing the piece of meat, swallows, and an awkward expression evolves onto her face with sarcastic curiosity
"You just took my order right?"
Jess smiles and gives Rynn a returned expression as she nods
"... and now I'm happily eating because you brought my food to me, right?"
Jess looks puzzled, but nods
"Now, it's my understanding that you get paid to do that already - so do you go to the kitchen afterwards and demand, without prior warning, that you're going to need an 'extra cut' just because you actually had to perform the duties you were meant to do in the first place?"
Jess shakes her head with a wide smile, graces Rynn's shoulder fondly as she rounds her to sit by her side
"Someone in the party's strong-arming you, aren't they?"
accepting Jess' embrace, Rynn's expression goes vacant as she continues to nibble her food and sip her ale. In between sessions between her food and mouth, she mutters out
"Ever have that happen to you?
I coughed up some serious gold to this jag just to be rid of 'im. Not sure what the others' opinions are, but if I gotta work with this gloat, I'm seriously scared I'll gut 'em and bring his steaks here for you to take back to the kitchen for me.
Any advice, Jess?
What should I do?"
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she glances up at the silent Jess as she continues her meal.
As others walk in, she drops the subject and smiles at them as they approach
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Rand makes his way downstairs after a long night of drinking. Grabbing the railing hard once or twice to keep his balance, he manages to sit on a bench without falling.
Once seated, he looks up to see Rynn and Jess smiling at him.
"Bah" he growls, but can't help smiling back at the two women.
"Jess, can you git me something to eat, something that will fill my belly. Oh, and bring an ale too."
Wiping sleep from his eyes, he takes a deep breath and prepares to start the day.
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Grumni strolls towards the rest of the group yawning.
"Fetch me some bacon and eggs woman." He mumbles and more surprisingly; "Have yer got any orange juice?"
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Around the fire
Following their harrowing brush with death in the valley of the caves, the group retreated and were welcomed by the nearby pilgrims. The sister leading the group helped treat those wounded. Now they sit contemplating what has happened and how to proceed.
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"Bah! Damnable goblins and bandits, me armour's got more holes than than a sieve." Grumni cries in disgust.
"I've had enough of them birds as well. Bah!"
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After finding out the pilgims have no ale, or beer, or whiskey, Rand decides it's time to head back to the Keep.
"Grumni, I've had enough of goblins and birds as well. Let's try and find somewhere to drink. I've got enough gold to hold me over for half a year if need be."
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Grumni frowns.
"Yer can never have enough gold lad..." He takes a look back the way they came and shrugs.
"... but yer can never have enough ale either and that Cob's about as much use as a two legged dog. Let's go."
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The merchant offers you some food and drink around his campsite as partial recompense for you assistance vs the bandits. He and his guards share stories of how the bandits have seemed to be more aggressive and violent of late, killing victims rather than just robbing them.
D'Amberville talks at length about himself.
I'm originally from the Kingdom of Keoland to the north of these lands. I read tales of heroes who battled evil in these parts some two score years past. I decided to visit this region and collect more detailed accounts from the local people as well as compile a history of the Keep. Imagine my surprise when I discovered the area seemed beset by troubles once again. I'm curious to discover why this is so and help deal with the issue, provided of course I can find like-minded folk to work with. Perhaps you folk are such a group?
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The small gnome frowned as he tucked the even smaller pouch of coins safely into his pocket. He had just completed his “ritual” of emptying its contents into one hand and then slowly, placing each coin back into the purse; as if by going slow, he would discover more would be there. He stared into the fire where a Fire Mephit was frolicking with obvious glee, apparently unconcerned about his master’s troubles.
Then the gnome reached into another pocket and pulled out a small smooth piece of polished stone. He studied the stone intently, turning it about in his hands; gazing at the fire through it; and then, as if on impulse, held it up to peer at the moon that was rising above the trees surrounding the small clearing where he was camped. Then, like the pouch of coins before it, he carefully returned the stone to a pocket.
The gnome looked out of place, alone in the woods, dressed in a bright red coat and britches complete with gold buttons and trim. Although the clothes were obviously “new”, they were covered with a fine layer of dust collected from travelling along the roads; and if one were to look carefully, there were several scorch and burn marks scattered about its surface as well. The only other item of interest was a large stick that the gnome had placed near the log where he sat, it was nearly twice as tall as the gnome, and the larger end had been burned as if held in a fire.
“Mali, keep alert and wake me if any trouble should arise.” The gnome said to the creature playing in the fire. The mephit chittered something back in reply that sounded more like the crackling flames than an actual language, and with that the gnome lay down on a small bed-roll and closed his eyes.
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Rand listened to the merchants story while drinking. So he may have forgotten some of the tale, he got the main idea. This area has a history of trouble. So the bandits are overdoing it a bit, that didn't stop him from killing them when the attacked.
Now if there had been a group of adventurers in the area twenty years ago, they were gone now. I suppose that leaves an opening for new adventurers, just the type of job Rand was looking for.
Now, if only they could find some of those damnable willow trees for that goofy carpenter. I mean, who sends people on errands out into the swamps to chop lumber. I mean, how exactly are we supposed to get the logs back to him. He could have supplied us with a draft horse, or even better directions.
Hmmmph.
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Grumni sat, a small repair kit in hand and his armour spread on the ground around him.
"Damn bandits! Damn arrows!" He grumbled as he tried to patch a number of dents and small holes in his breastplate.
"Cowards the lot of 'em. Too scared to stand eye-to-eye and match steel." He turned away from those around him and sneakily opened the small bag holding every penny he owned.
He sighed. "Still a long ways too go before I can afford some of that platemail. Going to have ta kill me a few more bandits." He quietly asked for Moradin's blessing and stashed the coins away.
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The scene opens on the party huddled together around a small fire on a misty spit of dry ground in the northern stretch of of the swamp.
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Scene opens on the street outside the carpenter's shop at Kendall Keep after returning the willow wood and getting paid.
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Barrin sat at the round table in the inn (what was its name again, prancing pony? Bah! At least the ale's good here), sipping his ale and looking at the other patrons. The young Dwarf (by Dwarf standards) fingered his red beard as he drained the last of the ale and set the mug down. What a life for a smithy's son, he thought. Shame pa didn't agree with his decision to be a Dwarven Champion, but he'll come around Barrin was sure. First, though, he needed experience, and that meant making his way in the world. And what better way than with a group of fellow adventurers? In fact, he had heard the locals talking about a young group who recently entered town and were helping out at the keep. Maybe they could use another sword arm, Moradin knows it's dangerous out there... He smirked and tossed some coins on the table to pay for his drink and got up, grabbing and checking his gear to ensure everything was in place. He waved down his waitress and looked up at her as he asked, "Lass, where be the keep?"
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Distraught from laying ill in her room and missing out on whatever her party was up to, she makes her way to the tavern in the hopes that one of those plates of steak and beans will cheer her up. Perhaps a flagon of ale would assist. Upon entering, to her dismay, she saw none of her compatriots itching to tell her news of their endeavors.
Jess,
she stops the busy woman who was methodically bringing trays of food and bottles to and from the kitchen
When you get the time...
"The usual?" Jess smiles at one of her best customers - knowing that she always likes to order the same thing - and she pays well
Yes... please... and...
"Yes?" Jess stops in her tracks at the bewildered look on Rynn's face with genuine concern
... Have you...
... Have you seen my friends recently?
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Jesse stopped and smiled,
Um, they left a day or so ago... think they mentioned something about a job for the carpenter? Haven't seen them since.
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Thanks Jess, you're a doll!
As she eats she recalls the fact that nobody wanted to do what the carpenter wanted done. Either they ran out of options or the carpenter made the pot a bit sweeter. In any case - they could use her help (she thought to herself, not knowing that the task had already been completed).
Something about danger.
she utters softly to herself
Goblins? They will need help.
Rynn finishes eating, though enough was left on her plate to feed another, leaves another gold piece under her plate for Jess and heads out to the carpenter's shop - hoping he could tell her the direction that they had went. To her amazement and relief, they were just outside his door when she arrives.
Hey all,
sounds to me like you're about to go hunting for some of that dangerous willow wood.
Mind if I tag along?
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Grumni emptied the last of the swamp water out of his boots before entering the inn.
"Bah! I'm getting fed up of this swamp dwelling and wood chopping. Me axe longs to taste orcish blood."
With a sigh he rembered the unfortunate cave incident when they encountered the goblin tribe.
"Maybe we can find a few more folks and take them on Rand?"
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The party has stopped at the merchant's camp on their way back to the keep from the caves of chaos.
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Barrin lay on his roll, looking up at the stars. 'Tis a fine group of adventurers ye found, lad he thought to himself. While lying in his blood wasn't his idea of fun, he felt that this was the group he was looking for and could barely wait until the dawn and the next adventure.
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Shifting back and forth, she couldn't find any comfort after the last bandit attack.
I've lost too much blood to carry on, my friends.
I'm going to head back to the pilgrimage - hopefully they can help my heal fully.
with her hands holding in her guts, she made her way out of sight - stealthily heading back towards the pilgrims.
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Some time after Rynn left the group, you see a figure slowly approaching. A long, flowing cape masks the figure's shape, at first. The mild swing of the hips and elegant gate reveals the mysterious figure to be a woman. As she nears the group, you notice that she barely wears anything at all, aside from the cape and boots that reach up her thighs. Her long, full brown hair follows her like a shadow. Her shape and her face have an unusually high level of attraction. She glances at each of you with eyes that seemingly soothe their way through your very soul while her intoxicating lips open slightly and glide blissfully into a warming, seductive smile.
Barrin, Grumni and Rand...
she recognizes each of you in turn with a voice that is soft and comforting. She stands above you all, upright - her cape gently flowing back away from the fire, her hands on her hips. She continues to speak in her gentle, soft voice:
Rynn has told me of you and your adventures.
Don't worry - she is in good hands now. Very...
... Good hands.
She was heading for the Pilgrims when we... a group of high councilors, on our way through... came upon her. The head of my order and his kin are heading back home now. I am at my point in experience that I have...
... needs beyond that of heading to some home to relax and study. After hearing her story, we have come to the conclusion that I would be better served helping the lot of you...
Her voice and actions through the story are alluring - every bit as much so as her immaculate beauty. She gently and lovingly caresses your eyes as she glides her gaze to each of you in turn as she speaks. Her offer continues on until at the very end she finally reveals that she is a sorceress. The air around you becomes warm and sweet as you breathe it in - you can taste it - touch it - and just before its soothing qualities rock you fast to sleep, you hear her final words:
Of course... ultimately, the choice is yours.
By the time you wake again, you feel uncommonly refreshed - you realize that she was in your dreams as you slept. She is laying there, opposite you, awake by the fire - fully aware of all that surrounds you and the small camp that you're in. What's left of the embers in the fire pit cast a soft, orange glow upon the perfect, smooth skin that wraps her delicate frame. It seems that whenever you look in her direction, your gaze is met with hers - which might make some feel almost a bit uncomfortable.
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Barrin woke sputtering and quickly glanced about before finally settling down on the newcomer. "Wha? 'Tis nae dream." He glared at the woman across the fire and wagged his finger at her. "Didnae yer parents tell ye ta not mess with 'nother's dreams, lass? Ye pull that again and ye can find 'nother ta bother 'cause I'd not be standin fer me dreams ta be bothered!" He stared at her for a few moments before grunting and laying back down, his back to her but his hands wrapped ready around his ax. Bloody sorceress folk, always thinkin' they know everythin he thought as he drifted back of into sleep.
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Eyes glistening in the morning light against the glow of the dying fire, she gives a confused sort of smile toward the stalwart dwarf
If I accidentally ran around in your head while you slept, Barrin, I truly apologize. I was merely trying to slow you heart-rate a little. You know, to keep that blood from spilling too fast as you slept, that's all. I'll try my best to never invade your thoughts again.
as she spoke, her smile changed to an expression of deep concern. At the end, she softly spoke to herself, "I must focus harder to keep this... gift... under control. Oh master, why did you send me here? Do you really think I'm up for this?"
she then turns her head to look at the others in the hopes that she didn't anger anybody else.
In the end, master dwarf, perhaps you'll be grateful that I came to you on this day.
fully rested, she stands and walks several paces from the fire and looks up to meet the accumulating clouds to the east.
Sure is good to be so far away from home.
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Barrin rolled over and cracked open an eye at Zym. He studied her for a few moments before snorting and rolling back. "Ye may not have meant ta, lass, but there be folk that don take ta kindly with people messin 'round in their 'eads. As fer havin ye, well, if'n ye can roast our enemies without roastin us, I be happy. Outside of that, time be tellin the truth and all." He stretched, then released his grip on his ax as he stood up and shook himself awake. "So, what's fer breakfast?"
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She turns her head back toward the dwarf, smiling at his question - only to realize that she doesn't believe him to be asking out of humor. Her smile quickly erodes. Zym reaches hurriedly into a sack, knowing that all she has are dried seeds and fruit - hardly the sort of thing you'd offer up to a hungry dwarf for breakfast. She looks back up into his eyes with sincerity and replies:
I... I'm not sure, Barrin.
Do you have anything you'd like me to cook up for you? I can cook.
She pleads as she places more wood on the fire - blowing it gently into flame once again
All I brought with me are trail rations, that I doubt you would find very appetizing.
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The hob looked out of place sitting in the large chair, staring into the fire at the One-Eyed Cat. It wasn't so much that the chair was too big for his small frame, but rather his attire; he was wearing what was obviously a brand new set of leather armor, darkened to reduce any reflection, and of course the bare feet. He had ordered a mug of ale, but apparently he was not here to quench his thirst. Every time the door opened and another patron entered the tavern, he’d look up eagerly, watch for a few moments and then return to gazing at the fire.
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The trip was long, among many unknown people. Yes, complicated, but he must travel with the rest, be part of this so called caravan. However, he has a hunch, a feeling that something is about to happen, but can’t explain or even understand what. The trip is erratic, heading towards a keep, though slow, and that is not a good idea, endangers the group. They are too self confident, but no one is really safe, not on these lands, especially with such low numbers.
When the night falls they camp, he makes the first watch, then goes to sleep, tired and aging to close his eyes. A mistake, barely hears something that awakes him, but it is too late. The caravan is under attack, taking his blade steps out of the small tent to face the enemy, but didn’t see it come… feeling his head explode everything turns dark, his legs fail him and feels the hardiness of the ground as his body hits the floor.
When the sun rises the scene is different from what should be. There are few bodies scattered, some blood, but the rest of the caravan disappeared. There was never an attack, on the contrary, from the beginning was a trap, wrong band to hang around, betraying some of the travellers in the night. He is still unconscious; perhaps they gave him for dead or just left him to die from the wounds. He wasn’t the target; for his positions are still with him, but to what avail… will he recover… survive?
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Rand wakes from a night of dreams to hear a womans voice as she offers to cook.
"Hell yeah, get to cooking already!"
Rising up from the ground, he notices how some of the group seem to have fallen asleep where they were. He thinks back to how he just fell asleep, crikey, he barely drank anything last night, why the heck would he not set up his bedroll and just sleep on the ground. He looks with interest at the half dressed woman scurrying around the fire. *eyebrows raise*
"Who are you? And where's Rynn?"
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Grumni sat cleaned the dried kobald blood from his axe with a smile.
"This is more like it, frogs and willow were never going to get me Moradin's praise."
The blood removed he went about sharpening the axe's blade.
"They'll be causing the locals no more trouble that's fer sure."
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The party is back at the keep and some have just finished showing the orc map to the scribe/wizard D'Amberville.
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Two dirty looking men sat by the side of the road a half day's travel from Kendall Keep. At first glance they appeared to be beggers, however, a closer look would reveal daggers in both their belts. They looked to be taking a rest on a journey between towns but in fact were watching for any passing traveller that might be a likely target to be waylaid.
A man come into view, thin, with long black hair flowing loose, wearing a robe and a cloak, carrying a staff. He was striding purposefully down the road as if he had an appointment to keep. The two men shifted in their positions and readied themselves as if they might try to intercept him. As the man in the robe neared, the two men stood up and walked casually into the roadway.
"Howdy stranger, can we trouble you for a moment?" said one of the men.
The robed man slowed his pace and glanced warily from one to the other.
"You see, we were wondering if you might be in a postion to help us," said the second man.
"That's right, you could help us by giving us something you have that we don't, " continued the first man.
"Aye," said the second man. "A donation of gold would do right nicely."
"Agreed Brother, " said the first man. "You look like you could spare any gold you might have on you."
With that, the man in the robes waved his free hand and a badger appeared out of thin air and set to immediately attacking the two men. This was quickly followed by a couple of bursts of magical energy that struck each of the men in turn. The robed man then grasped his staff in both hands and joined his badger companion in the melee.
The suddeness of the attack proved too much for the two men and they fled the roadway for the safety of the nearby woodland. The mage smiled slightly to himself as he watched the two men been chased by the badger. Adjusting his gear, he continued down the road in the direction of Kendell Keep.
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Grumni muttered in annoyance as he left the scribes shop.
"Orcish? I coulda guessed that. Less use than a goblin's armpit, know-it-all scribes with their book learning."
He scowled and kicked a small brick down the road in frustation then set off at a brisk pace (for a dwarf) with the others of the group trailing behind.
"Hmph, best try that Martin or whatever's he's called in the baker's next, though I don't hold out much hope after that nonsense he was spouting about cultured goblins or some sort." He announced to the world in general. Taking an abrupt turn he entered the bakery, mouth watering at the smell of baking cakes despite his grumbling. The dwarf thrust the blood smeared paper in a clenched fist towards the startled inhabitants.
"What are yer knowing about these symbols," Grumni demanded. "I'll be having one of the cherry pies while I'm here too."
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Barrin looked around in wonder at the size and scope of the keep. 'ow these 'umans can be livin under this sky is beyond me, he thought to himself. Dad did be tellin' me 'umans be different, I just didna know how much 'till now. The dwarf shook his head and started towards the bakery, only to be pushed aside by Grumni. "'Ey, lad! Where ye be goin in such a rush?" Getting no response from the obviously agitated dwarf, Barrin followed him as quickly as he could.
He entered the bakery in time to see the other dwarf waving around the bloody piece of paper and demanding a cherry pie. "Oi! I be havin one of those as well."
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Brother Martin smiled as the Dwarves stomped in and took the dirty piece of parchment from the priest and studied it for a moment with a slight frown.
Perhaps you could enlighten me as to the circumstances surrounding the acquisition of this document?
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"Wf ownd thum wkundz inna Oykcav." The dwarf commented, his mouth full of an extraordinarily large slice of pie.
The human looked puzzled. "Huh? sorry I don't speak kobald."
Grumni's eye's bulged and crumbs burst from his mouth causing Martin to squeal. "How dare you sir! Yer need to get yer fool ears cleaned. I said we found them markings in an orc cave. It was fulla dead orcs too, not that I'm complaining. Who ever had done fer 'em was already long gone." Barrin nodded in agreement.
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Rolo gave a little cough to gain the attention of the man who was studying Grumni's copy of the markings found in the orc cave.
"To clarify, we discovered these markings on the floor in a rather out of the way portion of an orc cave. All the orcs within the cave had been slain by someone or something well before our visit. Master Grumni here had the good sense to copy the markings in the hopes that perhaps someone can make some sort of sense out of them."
Rolo flashed a sheepish grin before adding, "Just thought that might be helpful..."
And turning toward the Baker, "eh, you don't have a nice mince pie ready per chance?"
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"yeah, what he said. Now don't be shy about handing out them pies."
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Barrin nodded in agreement while licking his fingers clean. "Aye! Don be stingy with them pies, lad."
Brother Martin nodded and examined the parchment a bit more.
These orcish scratchings here are shamanic symbols for death goddess and temple. I don't know what the others mean. Was there a shrine in the caves? Perhaps the orcs worshiped such?
He hands the parchment back.
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Grumni belched loudly.
"Death goddesses eh? Didn't look like no temple to me mind." The dwarf absent-mindedly picked some crumbs from is beard.
"Thankfully yer pies are better than yer advice. My compliments to the chef. I've had enough of this prattling, I'm off for a beer." He snatched the paper from Martin's hand and headed for the inn.
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"A Death Goddess! Does this goddess have a name?"
"A cave full of dead orcs and a drawing of another cave that seems to be the shrine of a Death Goddess ... coincidence?"
Rolo's eyes widened and he momentarily forgot about pies.
"I don't think it was a shrine where we found these markings ... more like the chief's private quarters I'm thinking. But, perhaps there is more to that cave than we saw; which really wasn't all that much actually."
"Let me see that drawing again Grumni ... wonder if there is anything recognizable showing where the entrance may be located or at least something to narrow down our search?"
"... but, I'm not certain we want to run into whatever it was that killed those orcs -- not without knowing more about it I'm thinking."
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Brother Martin shook his head,
I'm afraid I'm not all that familiar with the local orc tribes and their deities. Perhaps chaplain Abercrombie might be able to enlighten you more, as he's resided here for some time now.
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Outside Grumni hesitated and glanced towards the inn then in the direction of the chaplain uncertainly.
"All this talking has given me a right good thirst but then again it might be better to get all this researching done and out the way." He looked longingly towards the inn once again then sighed.
"Alright lads, lets go see this Abercrombe bloke."
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"Right ... hard to concentrate on food with death goddesses and dead orcs on my mind. Whatever have we gotten ourselves into?"
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Grumni shrugged.
"As long as its profitable and does Moradin's work I don't mind."
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Rolo felt the bulging bag of coins he'd received earlier and smiled, "Yeah, you're right on that account Sir Dwarf!"
He accompanied the dwarf with a bit of a bounce in his step; all thoughts of death and death goddesses having been pushed aside by visions of chests and coffers overflowing with gold, gems, and other riches.
"Yep, this is the life for me!" he said to no one in particular.
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Rand was late getting to the bakery, since he had stopped off for an ale on the way.
Once inside, he avoided all the pie crumbs and brought out his piece of the kobold throne.
Brother Martin, I brought back some culture. Took it from the kobold throne room. Is this the kind of stuff you were looking for?
*looks at all the pie crumbs, getting hungry*
Intro
PCs are part of a small seasonal caravan bearing basic goods to Kendall Keep, a small outlying settlement in the southwestern part of Yoemanry. You may individually decide whether you wish to be employed as short-term guards, or merely accompanying the the caravan for mutual protection as you travel south.
The scene opens as the caravan is camped in a small meadow for the evening about a day or so from Kendall Keep.
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Oddly enough, that blond that has been accompanying you is actually one of the hired hands on the trip. She sure seems happy. Perhaps too happy to be one of the guards. Oh well - stranger things have been seen in these lands. In any case, she must either be green behind the ears, or has just broken her bow - the one she's carrying (and quite intrigued with) is brand new - like it's never even been fired. Her well used sword must have a different story. She sure seems happy.
"Finally a bit of time off. I imagine this is as good a time as any to site this beauty in,eh?"
she cheerfully admits to another of the guards as she draws an arrow from her quiver and spies for the perfect target in the forest
"Knock, draw and... "
Her eyes wince and nose wrinkles as she embarrassingly reaches for another arrow.
This time she was dead-on. She fires two more successful shots before joining the others as they assemble a fire.
"Well, so far so good. We should set up watch positions for the night. I'd be happy with any shift."
She suggests as she underlays the firewood with a neat stack of kindling and sets it ablaze.
She draws her short sword from her side and carefully slices a thin layer of skin from the edge of her thumb - checking the blade for sharpness - then, in a second, it is returned to its sheath. With a thud, her backpack takes its place next to the log end she seems to have claimed for herself. After a short session of stretches and relaxing exercise, she re-equips with her bow and unnecessarily polishes its new finish as she scans the surrounding area for anything unexpected.
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Rand looked around warily. He was a veteran of many such caravan jobs. If not for the blond smiling all the time, he'd be walking at the front. He liked to keep an eye on the road ahead, usually. Every time he thought about what was ahead, he worried about her. She didn't seem to quite get what guarding a caravan was all about. Protection started with good intelligence. You really have to know what your up against if you plan to see another daybreak.
He took this job figuring on maybe fighting some goblins, orcs maybe. Heck possibly a brigand or ten. He felt pretty sure that anything that came along would probably be taken care of. If something did happen, he wanted to make sure that ol' blondy was still smiling when it was over.
One day, she pulled out her new bow, turned to me and said, "Finally a bit of time off. I imagine this is as good a time as any to site this beauty in,eh?"
She was quite pleased with herself, frankly, so was I. She actually hit the dang thing, twice even.
That night turned out to be quite a turning point. After making a fire and setting up the watches, ......
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Retrieving a bottle of dwarven firewine sneakily from his pack Grumni takes a mighty swig and then belches loudly. Wiping his hand across his mouth he looks pleased with himself.
"Moradin's beard that's a fine brew." He grins.
He turns to Rand.
"let's hope we get to kill plenty of those green skinned orcish devils, eh?"
Not waiting for a reply he rummages through his pack producing a packet of dried beef. Stuffing far too much onto his mouth he chews happily.
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Its amazing how much you can exagerate your magical abilities. Ok so maybe he hinted that he could summon a massavie tiger to fight to protect the caravan. And maybe he hinted that he could cast fireballs in the air and bring about earthquakes. Nothing wrong with a little exageration here and there about ones abilities.
Shady studied the group before him as he jiggled his dice. The urge to play a game of dice was growing stronger with each day. Hopefully he'd soon find a sucker willing to bet their wages.
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A dozen feet from the fire his caravavan fellows had started, his back against a tree, sat Kaden. His legs were folded under him, his hands on thighs, palms upright.
He sat with perfect posture and balance in silent meditation, feeling every involuntary body movement, the pumping of his hearth, the air filling is lungs, his own blood flowing through his veins.
Kaden had joined the Kendall Keep bounded caravan for no more than mutual protection on his way to investigate some rumours of a dozen scrolls, bearing the teachings of Grandmaster Papa Joh, uncovered near Kendall Keep.
Kaden opened one eye to regard his, often noisy, travelling companions around the fire - "One more day of travelling..." - the reclusive monk tought for himself, as he was not accustomed to have so many people around him.
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Kaden came out of his meditative state some time later that afternoon to find out that the caravan was gonne. Maybe it wasn't the best of ideas to wander off so far from the caravan.He shrugged as he considered it, after all, he was near Kendall Keep.
Kaden made it into Kendall Keep before the night crawled in, and was greeted at the gate with a less than warm welcome. The gate guards eyed suspiciously at the lonely ragged and dirty man...it seemed that maybe it would be wiser to find his company again, since it would probabbly facilatate his meddling concerning the lost scrolls that had draw him there.
He headed for the local inn to find his companions, at first he tried to go unnoticed trying to discern if joining his previously traveling companions would indeed help him or hinder in his task of uncovering the truth behind the rumours.
As he expected, the rowdy group was there."It hasn't been too bad" - the monk considered while eavesdroping on the group. After all, he had been as welcomed has he had ever been by this people. He moved to greet his would-be friends, that meanwhile had noticed his presence. He brushed aside Rynn's hug, more because he really wasn't used to such friendly displays toward him than anything else, but deep inside Kaden actually found some comfort.
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Silk's nose twitched, not helping his rat-faced appearance at all as he considered the old man who claimed to be a wizard's retainer. He tilted his head, adjusting the too big jerkin and ragged, gravy stained brown shirt that he wore.
"So... what's this about a wizard?"
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The steward studies the group for a moment then continues.
As we were saying, the wizard is looking for a person, or persons, to collect him creatures found in the swamps south of the keep. Specifically, he is interested in getting samples of the frogs which abound in said swamps. He is authorized a bounty of 100 gold coins per unique kind of frog returned for his inspection and study. If you can manage to return live samples in good condition, he will offer double that.
Are those conditions acceptable to you?
He pauses a moment.
Perhaps you need some time to discuss your options amongst yourselves.
He turns and pulls out a cloth to polish a counter top.
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"I can hunt frogs..."
The halfling looks about, still very confused.
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“Maybe it wouldn’t be a bad idea to accept this Job, the coins are welcome for I have little left for food…” - Kaden shared with his companions , putting an hand on Silk’s shoulder– “…and perhaps, even such a menial task may open some doors before us in the future.” – the monk finished , looking around waiting for the rest of the group to reply.
Kaden thought that getting in the good side of a wizard might indeed help out on his personal quest, maybe he could even talk the wizard into some divining once he got his trust. And he wasn’t lying about the coin, after all, even one has gifted with his discipline, needed to feed.
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"Frogs it is, I don't mind muckin' about in the swamp." *grimaces*
Great, after a long day of walking next to a wagon, now I get to swim around in the local filthy mud bog. Nobody ever said life was easy, but c'mon.
He wearily looked over his companions, returning his gaze to Rynn. Dang it all, that was one cheerful woman. Catching her eye, he can't help but smile. *smiles*
"So, which way to this swamp, geezer? Er, I mean Jeeves."
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Grumni scratched his beard thoughtfully.
"Frogs yer say? Well I hope they're bloomin big 'uns. Frog slaying won't get me a place in the legends of me clan. Still... the coin'll be welcome enough"
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"Why kill the frogs? I thought it was to capture them."
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"Yer mean he wants 'em still wriggling? That'll cost extra I reakon".
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Jeeves glanced up from his dusting,
Frogs are founds along the river south of here and in greater numbers, and sizes, in the swamp south of the river. The swamp goes for leagues and leagues, so beware of getting lost.
...and as I outlined, the wizard has authorized a double bounty of frogs returned in good living condition.
He turned and focused his attention on dusting a vase.
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With a soft smile upon her face, she glances at each of her party as they discuss the situation. Her mind wanders a bit in regards to the 'good' qualities that she absorbs from each of her new mates. As the mention of muck and swamp slopping crosses her ears, her face flushes a bit and her nose wrinkles - and her smile widens. She recoils into memories of her father - the times that they would sit together, after a long day's work, and rub oils into her leathers - protecting them from all of the various ways that she would use to acquire goods for his shop. The deep, gruff-yet-kind nature of his voice soothed her as she momentarily lost focus on the discussion passing before her - the discussion with old Greeves - "Rain, soot and sewer sludge will never be friendly to your grace and skill, my Rynn. That's what makes these moments we spend together a blessing for both You and I - You see, my daughter... these oils will keep your leather fresh, new and supple... you can feel your surroundings and the nasties of your journey cannot break through - as for me... Well I just love the time when you can finally sit still and share a sit with your old man." ... her ears come back into focus and she lets out a pleasant sigh, running her fingers through her hair as she stretches backwards, feeling the wonderful effect of the oils in her well-kept leather - the freedom of movement - the resistance of sticking muck.
"I agree - completely." she adds
"The frogs would be best kept alive. This sounds to me like an important mission. Just think, we'd be helping out a wizard in his research. Imagine how great this honor could be.
Yes. I think we should try to keep the frogs alive!" she pleads with a smile
"Still..."
she seems to drift, slightly, back into thought before retuning to what she was going to say
"I wonder if we should still speak with that carpenter as well. Perhaps what he needs could be related, somehow."
she glances toward the Dwarf
"Perhaps? Perhaps not. But if we don't see him, we'll never know."
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The dwarf ponders the lack of coin in his pockets.
"Hmm... Might as well kill two birds with one stone and go see the whittler I suppose. No point trekking into the swamps twice."
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glances through the party, looking for signs of disappointment amongst them
"Just an idea... "
short pause
"...just a suggestion for us to ponder...
you know... sleep on it.
I mean, we ARE going to sleep sometime soon, aren't we? It's been a L O N G day.
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After an initial foray into the swamps, the party has decided to pull back and make camp on the edge of the swamp, lick their wounds and review their options. The scene opens round a small campfire.
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Excited to no end from the day's events, the memory of the noxious bite she got from the over-sized rat drove her mind to worry. An entire vial of healing potion. It did the trick on the wound, but something... foreign... remained in her system... in her blood... she could feel it... it made her feel weak... sick.
Her expression of worry remains as a smile begins to form, glancing upwards toward Grumni, as he stares into the glowing flames.
"So, Grumni,
when that big ol' rat came up an' bit me, it gave me an awful hurt. You knew that, didn't you.
You must have, I mean...
... and what WAS that that you did for me...
... to me. I felt so weak, sick and helpless. But you... like... said a prayer and... well... did something. You get your Dwarf God to drive some junk out of me? Is that what you did?"
She stares - waiting for a response - her smile widening
"Do you... like... talk to your God... and he listens?"
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"Aye Moradin answered me prayers and cured what ailed yer. Nasty creatures rats, best killed on sight yer ask me." Grumni responded.
He carefully looked into the one of the groups bags and retrieved the body of a dead frog, holding it up by the leg.
"Its a bit of a scrawny thing ain't it? Don't think that wizard fella will be paying us much fer this. We best try harder tomorrow."
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After a late night of drinking and debauchery, as usual for Rand after a successful caravan delivery, Rand awoke to a numbing headache. Or maybe it was another hangover, either way, he awoke alone. Not all that unusual, except that he was hoping to find some of his companions to go catch some frogs or something for a wizard.
After getting some breakfast, and an ale, he decided to try and find his companions, or maybe some frogs.
So, off he went, heading south and keeping a good eye out for tracks.
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Her mouth opens wide with surprise - eyes aglow with excitement
"You saved my life!
Thank you...
...I'll never forget that!
It's pretty scary and dangerous out here. Better keep on our toes!"
continues running her whetstone along the blade of her short sword
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Back in the Keep
Having returned from their frog hunting expedition and gotten paid, the party has settled into the local inn and tavern to rest and recuperate. The scene opens as members are gathered around a table downstairs in the One-Eyed Cat tavern.
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Having finally eaten and slept, Rynn takes a bit of extra time to inspect her blade prior to returning to the tavern. Not sure of what the future holds, she has a feeling that this blade, above all other things, will be instrumental in her own survival.
She sits in her usual spot, make eye-contact with Jess, who smiles and walks over to her.
"You already know what I want...
Steak - make it your best cut,
Potatoes - could you mix some onions in this time?
and a small bowl of beans.
...Oh, and an ale as well,
Thanks Jess"
she flips Jess a gold coin
"For your excellence, sweetie!"
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A string of curses can be clearly heard in the corridor outside Grumni's room...
"Bah! Frog's innards all over me kit."
The dwarf wretches.
"Amphibian brains in me rations! Damn wizards"
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"Say Jess,
Do you have a second?"
she finishes chewing the piece of meat, swallows, and an awkward expression evolves onto her face with sarcastic curiosity
"You just took my order right?"
Jess smiles and gives Rynn a returned expression as she nods
"... and now I'm happily eating because you brought my food to me, right?"
Jess looks puzzled, but nods
"Now, it's my understanding that you get paid to do that already - so do you go to the kitchen afterwards and demand, without prior warning, that you're going to need an 'extra cut' just because you actually had to perform the duties you were meant to do in the first place?"
Jess shakes her head with a wide smile, graces Rynn's shoulder fondly as she rounds her to sit by her side
"Someone in the party's strong-arming you, aren't they?"
accepting Jess' embrace, Rynn's expression goes vacant as she continues to nibble her food and sip her ale. In between sessions between her food and mouth, she mutters out
"Ever have that happen to you?
I coughed up some serious gold to this jag just to be rid of 'im. Not sure what the others' opinions are, but if I gotta work with this gloat, I'm seriously scared I'll gut 'em and bring his steaks here for you to take back to the kitchen for me.
Any advice, Jess?
What should I do?"
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she glances up at the silent Jess as she continues her meal.
As others walk in, she drops the subject and smiles at them as they approach
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Rand makes his way downstairs after a long night of drinking. Grabbing the railing hard once or twice to keep his balance, he manages to sit on a bench without falling.
Once seated, he looks up to see Rynn and Jess smiling at him.
"Bah" he growls, but can't help smiling back at the two women.
"Jess, can you git me something to eat, something that will fill my belly. Oh, and bring an ale too."
Wiping sleep from his eyes, he takes a deep breath and prepares to start the day.
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Grumni strolls towards the rest of the group yawning.
"Fetch me some bacon and eggs woman." He mumbles and more surprisingly; "Have yer got any orange juice?"
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Around the fire
Following their harrowing brush with death in the valley of the caves, the group retreated and were welcomed by the nearby pilgrims. The sister leading the group helped treat those wounded. Now they sit contemplating what has happened and how to proceed.
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"Bah! Damnable goblins and bandits, me armour's got more holes than than a sieve." Grumni cries in disgust.
"I've had enough of them birds as well. Bah!"
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After finding out the pilgims have no ale, or beer, or whiskey, Rand decides it's time to head back to the Keep.
"Grumni, I've had enough of goblins and birds as well. Let's try and find somewhere to drink. I've got enough gold to hold me over for half a year if need be."
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Grumni frowns.
"Yer can never have enough gold lad..." He takes a look back the way they came and shrugs.
"... but yer can never have enough ale either and that Cob's about as much use as a two legged dog. Let's go."
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The merchant offers you some food and drink around his campsite as partial recompense for you assistance vs the bandits. He and his guards share stories of how the bandits have seemed to be more aggressive and violent of late, killing victims rather than just robbing them.
D'Amberville talks at length about himself.
I'm originally from the Kingdom of Keoland to the north of these lands. I read tales of heroes who battled evil in these parts some two score years past. I decided to visit this region and collect more detailed accounts from the local people as well as compile a history of the Keep. Imagine my surprise when I discovered the area seemed beset by troubles once again. I'm curious to discover why this is so and help deal with the issue, provided of course I can find like-minded folk to work with. Perhaps you folk are such a group?
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The small gnome frowned as he tucked the even smaller pouch of coins safely into his pocket. He had just completed his “ritual” of emptying its contents into one hand and then slowly, placing each coin back into the purse; as if by going slow, he would discover more would be there. He stared into the fire where a Fire Mephit was frolicking with obvious glee, apparently unconcerned about his master’s troubles.
Then the gnome reached into another pocket and pulled out a small smooth piece of polished stone. He studied the stone intently, turning it about in his hands; gazing at the fire through it; and then, as if on impulse, held it up to peer at the moon that was rising above the trees surrounding the small clearing where he was camped. Then, like the pouch of coins before it, he carefully returned the stone to a pocket.
The gnome looked out of place, alone in the woods, dressed in a bright red coat and britches complete with gold buttons and trim. Although the clothes were obviously “new”, they were covered with a fine layer of dust collected from travelling along the roads; and if one were to look carefully, there were several scorch and burn marks scattered about its surface as well. The only other item of interest was a large stick that the gnome had placed near the log where he sat, it was nearly twice as tall as the gnome, and the larger end had been burned as if held in a fire.
“Mali, keep alert and wake me if any trouble should arise.” The gnome said to the creature playing in the fire. The mephit chittered something back in reply that sounded more like the crackling flames than an actual language, and with that the gnome lay down on a small bed-roll and closed his eyes.
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Rand listened to the merchants story while drinking. So he may have forgotten some of the tale, he got the main idea. This area has a history of trouble. So the bandits are overdoing it a bit, that didn't stop him from killing them when the attacked.
Now if there had been a group of adventurers in the area twenty years ago, they were gone now. I suppose that leaves an opening for new adventurers, just the type of job Rand was looking for.
Now, if only they could find some of those damnable willow trees for that goofy carpenter. I mean, who sends people on errands out into the swamps to chop lumber. I mean, how exactly are we supposed to get the logs back to him. He could have supplied us with a draft horse, or even better directions.
Hmmmph.
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Grumni sat, a small repair kit in hand and his armour spread on the ground around him.
"Damn bandits! Damn arrows!" He grumbled as he tried to patch a number of dents and small holes in his breastplate.
"Cowards the lot of 'em. Too scared to stand eye-to-eye and match steel." He turned away from those around him and sneakily opened the small bag holding every penny he owned.
He sighed. "Still a long ways too go before I can afford some of that platemail. Going to have ta kill me a few more bandits." He quietly asked for Moradin's blessing and stashed the coins away.
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The scene opens on the party huddled together around a small fire on a misty spit of dry ground in the northern stretch of of the swamp.
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Scene opens on the street outside the carpenter's shop at Kendall Keep after returning the willow wood and getting paid.
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Barrin sat at the round table in the inn (what was its name again, prancing pony? Bah! At least the ale's good here), sipping his ale and looking at the other patrons. The young Dwarf (by Dwarf standards) fingered his red beard as he drained the last of the ale and set the mug down. What a life for a smithy's son, he thought. Shame pa didn't agree with his decision to be a Dwarven Champion, but he'll come around Barrin was sure. First, though, he needed experience, and that meant making his way in the world. And what better way than with a group of fellow adventurers? In fact, he had heard the locals talking about a young group who recently entered town and were helping out at the keep. Maybe they could use another sword arm, Moradin knows it's dangerous out there... He smirked and tossed some coins on the table to pay for his drink and got up, grabbing and checking his gear to ensure everything was in place. He waved down his waitress and looked up at her as he asked, "Lass, where be the keep?"
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Distraught from laying ill in her room and missing out on whatever her party was up to, she makes her way to the tavern in the hopes that one of those plates of steak and beans will cheer her up. Perhaps a flagon of ale would assist. Upon entering, to her dismay, she saw none of her compatriots itching to tell her news of their endeavors.
Jess,
she stops the busy woman who was methodically bringing trays of food and bottles to and from the kitchen
When you get the time...
"The usual?" Jess smiles at one of her best customers - knowing that she always likes to order the same thing - and she pays well
Yes... please... and...
"Yes?" Jess stops in her tracks at the bewildered look on Rynn's face with genuine concern
... Have you...
... Have you seen my friends recently?
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Jesse stopped and smiled,
Um, they left a day or so ago... think they mentioned something about a job for the carpenter? Haven't seen them since.
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Thanks Jess, you're a doll!
As she eats she recalls the fact that nobody wanted to do what the carpenter wanted done. Either they ran out of options or the carpenter made the pot a bit sweeter. In any case - they could use her help (she thought to herself, not knowing that the task had already been completed).
Something about danger.
she utters softly to herself
Goblins? They will need help.
Rynn finishes eating, though enough was left on her plate to feed another, leaves another gold piece under her plate for Jess and heads out to the carpenter's shop - hoping he could tell her the direction that they had went. To her amazement and relief, they were just outside his door when she arrives.
Hey all,
sounds to me like you're about to go hunting for some of that dangerous willow wood.
Mind if I tag along?
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Grumni emptied the last of the swamp water out of his boots before entering the inn.
"Bah! I'm getting fed up of this swamp dwelling and wood chopping. Me axe longs to taste orcish blood."
With a sigh he rembered the unfortunate cave incident when they encountered the goblin tribe.
"Maybe we can find a few more folks and take them on Rand?"
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The party has stopped at the merchant's camp on their way back to the keep from the caves of chaos.
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Barrin lay on his roll, looking up at the stars. 'Tis a fine group of adventurers ye found, lad he thought to himself. While lying in his blood wasn't his idea of fun, he felt that this was the group he was looking for and could barely wait until the dawn and the next adventure.
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Shifting back and forth, she couldn't find any comfort after the last bandit attack.
I've lost too much blood to carry on, my friends.
I'm going to head back to the pilgrimage - hopefully they can help my heal fully.
with her hands holding in her guts, she made her way out of sight - stealthily heading back towards the pilgrims.
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Some time after Rynn left the group, you see a figure slowly approaching. A long, flowing cape masks the figure's shape, at first. The mild swing of the hips and elegant gate reveals the mysterious figure to be a woman. As she nears the group, you notice that she barely wears anything at all, aside from the cape and boots that reach up her thighs. Her long, full brown hair follows her like a shadow. Her shape and her face have an unusually high level of attraction. She glances at each of you with eyes that seemingly soothe their way through your very soul while her intoxicating lips open slightly and glide blissfully into a warming, seductive smile.
Barrin, Grumni and Rand...
she recognizes each of you in turn with a voice that is soft and comforting. She stands above you all, upright - her cape gently flowing back away from the fire, her hands on her hips. She continues to speak in her gentle, soft voice:
Rynn has told me of you and your adventures.
Don't worry - she is in good hands now. Very...
... Good hands.
She was heading for the Pilgrims when we... a group of high councilors, on our way through... came upon her. The head of my order and his kin are heading back home now. I am at my point in experience that I have...
... needs beyond that of heading to some home to relax and study. After hearing her story, we have come to the conclusion that I would be better served helping the lot of you...
Her voice and actions through the story are alluring - every bit as much so as her immaculate beauty. She gently and lovingly caresses your eyes as she glides her gaze to each of you in turn as she speaks. Her offer continues on until at the very end she finally reveals that she is a sorceress. The air around you becomes warm and sweet as you breathe it in - you can taste it - touch it - and just before its soothing qualities rock you fast to sleep, you hear her final words:
Of course... ultimately, the choice is yours.
By the time you wake again, you feel uncommonly refreshed - you realize that she was in your dreams as you slept. She is laying there, opposite you, awake by the fire - fully aware of all that surrounds you and the small camp that you're in. What's left of the embers in the fire pit cast a soft, orange glow upon the perfect, smooth skin that wraps her delicate frame. It seems that whenever you look in her direction, your gaze is met with hers - which might make some feel almost a bit uncomfortable.
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Barrin woke sputtering and quickly glanced about before finally settling down on the newcomer. "Wha? 'Tis nae dream." He glared at the woman across the fire and wagged his finger at her. "Didnae yer parents tell ye ta not mess with 'nother's dreams, lass? Ye pull that again and ye can find 'nother ta bother 'cause I'd not be standin fer me dreams ta be bothered!" He stared at her for a few moments before grunting and laying back down, his back to her but his hands wrapped ready around his ax. Bloody sorceress folk, always thinkin' they know everythin he thought as he drifted back of into sleep.
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Eyes glistening in the morning light against the glow of the dying fire, she gives a confused sort of smile toward the stalwart dwarf
If I accidentally ran around in your head while you slept, Barrin, I truly apologize. I was merely trying to slow you heart-rate a little. You know, to keep that blood from spilling too fast as you slept, that's all. I'll try my best to never invade your thoughts again.
as she spoke, her smile changed to an expression of deep concern. At the end, she softly spoke to herself, "I must focus harder to keep this... gift... under control. Oh master, why did you send me here? Do you really think I'm up for this?"
she then turns her head to look at the others in the hopes that she didn't anger anybody else.
In the end, master dwarf, perhaps you'll be grateful that I came to you on this day.
fully rested, she stands and walks several paces from the fire and looks up to meet the accumulating clouds to the east.
Sure is good to be so far away from home.
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Barrin rolled over and cracked open an eye at Zym. He studied her for a few moments before snorting and rolling back. "Ye may not have meant ta, lass, but there be folk that don take ta kindly with people messin 'round in their 'eads. As fer havin ye, well, if'n ye can roast our enemies without roastin us, I be happy. Outside of that, time be tellin the truth and all." He stretched, then released his grip on his ax as he stood up and shook himself awake. "So, what's fer breakfast?"
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She turns her head back toward the dwarf, smiling at his question - only to realize that she doesn't believe him to be asking out of humor. Her smile quickly erodes. Zym reaches hurriedly into a sack, knowing that all she has are dried seeds and fruit - hardly the sort of thing you'd offer up to a hungry dwarf for breakfast. She looks back up into his eyes with sincerity and replies:
I... I'm not sure, Barrin.
Do you have anything you'd like me to cook up for you? I can cook.
She pleads as she places more wood on the fire - blowing it gently into flame once again
All I brought with me are trail rations, that I doubt you would find very appetizing.
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The hob looked out of place sitting in the large chair, staring into the fire at the One-Eyed Cat. It wasn't so much that the chair was too big for his small frame, but rather his attire; he was wearing what was obviously a brand new set of leather armor, darkened to reduce any reflection, and of course the bare feet. He had ordered a mug of ale, but apparently he was not here to quench his thirst. Every time the door opened and another patron entered the tavern, he’d look up eagerly, watch for a few moments and then return to gazing at the fire.
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The trip was long, among many unknown people. Yes, complicated, but he must travel with the rest, be part of this so called caravan. However, he has a hunch, a feeling that something is about to happen, but can’t explain or even understand what. The trip is erratic, heading towards a keep, though slow, and that is not a good idea, endangers the group. They are too self confident, but no one is really safe, not on these lands, especially with such low numbers.
When the night falls they camp, he makes the first watch, then goes to sleep, tired and aging to close his eyes. A mistake, barely hears something that awakes him, but it is too late. The caravan is under attack, taking his blade steps out of the small tent to face the enemy, but didn’t see it come… feeling his head explode everything turns dark, his legs fail him and feels the hardiness of the ground as his body hits the floor.
When the sun rises the scene is different from what should be. There are few bodies scattered, some blood, but the rest of the caravan disappeared. There was never an attack, on the contrary, from the beginning was a trap, wrong band to hang around, betraying some of the travellers in the night. He is still unconscious; perhaps they gave him for dead or just left him to die from the wounds. He wasn’t the target; for his positions are still with him, but to what avail… will he recover… survive?
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Rand wakes from a night of dreams to hear a womans voice as she offers to cook.
"Hell yeah, get to cooking already!"
Rising up from the ground, he notices how some of the group seem to have fallen asleep where they were. He thinks back to how he just fell asleep, crikey, he barely drank anything last night, why the heck would he not set up his bedroll and just sleep on the ground. He looks with interest at the half dressed woman scurrying around the fire. *eyebrows raise*
"Who are you? And where's Rynn?"
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Grumni sat cleaned the dried kobald blood from his axe with a smile.
"This is more like it, frogs and willow were never going to get me Moradin's praise."
The blood removed he went about sharpening the axe's blade.
"They'll be causing the locals no more trouble that's fer sure."
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The party is back at the keep and some have just finished showing the orc map to the scribe/wizard D'Amberville.
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Two dirty looking men sat by the side of the road a half day's travel from Kendall Keep. At first glance they appeared to be beggers, however, a closer look would reveal daggers in both their belts. They looked to be taking a rest on a journey between towns but in fact were watching for any passing traveller that might be a likely target to be waylaid.
A man come into view, thin, with long black hair flowing loose, wearing a robe and a cloak, carrying a staff. He was striding purposefully down the road as if he had an appointment to keep. The two men shifted in their positions and readied themselves as if they might try to intercept him. As the man in the robe neared, the two men stood up and walked casually into the roadway.
"Howdy stranger, can we trouble you for a moment?" said one of the men.
The robed man slowed his pace and glanced warily from one to the other.
"You see, we were wondering if you might be in a postion to help us," said the second man.
"That's right, you could help us by giving us something you have that we don't, " continued the first man.
"Aye," said the second man. "A donation of gold would do right nicely."
"Agreed Brother, " said the first man. "You look like you could spare any gold you might have on you."
With that, the man in the robes waved his free hand and a badger appeared out of thin air and set to immediately attacking the two men. This was quickly followed by a couple of bursts of magical energy that struck each of the men in turn. The robed man then grasped his staff in both hands and joined his badger companion in the melee.
The suddeness of the attack proved too much for the two men and they fled the roadway for the safety of the nearby woodland. The mage smiled slightly to himself as he watched the two men been chased by the badger. Adjusting his gear, he continued down the road in the direction of Kendell Keep.
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Grumni muttered in annoyance as he left the scribes shop.
"Orcish? I coulda guessed that. Less use than a goblin's armpit, know-it-all scribes with their book learning."
He scowled and kicked a small brick down the road in frustation then set off at a brisk pace (for a dwarf) with the others of the group trailing behind.
"Hmph, best try that Martin or whatever's he's called in the baker's next, though I don't hold out much hope after that nonsense he was spouting about cultured goblins or some sort." He announced to the world in general. Taking an abrupt turn he entered the bakery, mouth watering at the smell of baking cakes despite his grumbling. The dwarf thrust the blood smeared paper in a clenched fist towards the startled inhabitants.
"What are yer knowing about these symbols," Grumni demanded. "I'll be having one of the cherry pies while I'm here too."
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Barrin looked around in wonder at the size and scope of the keep. 'ow these 'umans can be livin under this sky is beyond me, he thought to himself. Dad did be tellin' me 'umans be different, I just didna know how much 'till now. The dwarf shook his head and started towards the bakery, only to be pushed aside by Grumni. "'Ey, lad! Where ye be goin in such a rush?" Getting no response from the obviously agitated dwarf, Barrin followed him as quickly as he could.
He entered the bakery in time to see the other dwarf waving around the bloody piece of paper and demanding a cherry pie. "Oi! I be havin one of those as well."
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Brother Martin smiled as the Dwarves stomped in and took the dirty piece of parchment from the priest and studied it for a moment with a slight frown.
Perhaps you could enlighten me as to the circumstances surrounding the acquisition of this document?
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"Wf ownd thum wkundz inna Oykcav." The dwarf commented, his mouth full of an extraordinarily large slice of pie.
The human looked puzzled. "Huh? sorry I don't speak kobald."
Grumni's eye's bulged and crumbs burst from his mouth causing Martin to squeal. "How dare you sir! Yer need to get yer fool ears cleaned. I said we found them markings in an orc cave. It was fulla dead orcs too, not that I'm complaining. Who ever had done fer 'em was already long gone." Barrin nodded in agreement.
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Rolo gave a little cough to gain the attention of the man who was studying Grumni's copy of the markings found in the orc cave.
"To clarify, we discovered these markings on the floor in a rather out of the way portion of an orc cave. All the orcs within the cave had been slain by someone or something well before our visit. Master Grumni here had the good sense to copy the markings in the hopes that perhaps someone can make some sort of sense out of them."
Rolo flashed a sheepish grin before adding, "Just thought that might be helpful..."
And turning toward the Baker, "eh, you don't have a nice mince pie ready per chance?"
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"yeah, what he said. Now don't be shy about handing out them pies."
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Barrin nodded in agreement while licking his fingers clean. "Aye! Don be stingy with them pies, lad."
Brother Martin nodded and examined the parchment a bit more.
These orcish scratchings here are shamanic symbols for death goddess and temple. I don't know what the others mean. Was there a shrine in the caves? Perhaps the orcs worshiped such?
He hands the parchment back.
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Grumni belched loudly.
"Death goddesses eh? Didn't look like no temple to me mind." The dwarf absent-mindedly picked some crumbs from is beard.
"Thankfully yer pies are better than yer advice. My compliments to the chef. I've had enough of this prattling, I'm off for a beer." He snatched the paper from Martin's hand and headed for the inn.
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"A Death Goddess! Does this goddess have a name?"
"A cave full of dead orcs and a drawing of another cave that seems to be the shrine of a Death Goddess ... coincidence?"
Rolo's eyes widened and he momentarily forgot about pies.
"I don't think it was a shrine where we found these markings ... more like the chief's private quarters I'm thinking. But, perhaps there is more to that cave than we saw; which really wasn't all that much actually."
"Let me see that drawing again Grumni ... wonder if there is anything recognizable showing where the entrance may be located or at least something to narrow down our search?"
"... but, I'm not certain we want to run into whatever it was that killed those orcs -- not without knowing more about it I'm thinking."
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Brother Martin shook his head,
I'm afraid I'm not all that familiar with the local orc tribes and their deities. Perhaps chaplain Abercrombie might be able to enlighten you more, as he's resided here for some time now.
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Outside Grumni hesitated and glanced towards the inn then in the direction of the chaplain uncertainly.
"All this talking has given me a right good thirst but then again it might be better to get all this researching done and out the way." He looked longingly towards the inn once again then sighed.
"Alright lads, lets go see this Abercrombe bloke."
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"Right ... hard to concentrate on food with death goddesses and dead orcs on my mind. Whatever have we gotten ourselves into?"
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Grumni shrugged.
"As long as its profitable and does Moradin's work I don't mind."
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Rolo felt the bulging bag of coins he'd received earlier and smiled, "Yeah, you're right on that account Sir Dwarf!"
He accompanied the dwarf with a bit of a bounce in his step; all thoughts of death and death goddesses having been pushed aside by visions of chests and coffers overflowing with gold, gems, and other riches.
"Yep, this is the life for me!" he said to no one in particular.
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Rand was late getting to the bakery, since he had stopped off for an ale on the way.
Once inside, he avoided all the pie crumbs and brought out his piece of the kobold throne.
Brother Martin, I brought back some culture. Took it from the kobold throne room. Is this the kind of stuff you were looking for?
*looks at all the pie crumbs, getting hungry*